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Oct 2020
Is best the berry found farther round ye journey long supposing
A furlong quarter and a half
Mile steps anticipating working up a sweat than
A vine growing up your leg
Or closer than that the vine infiltrating your mind heart soul
Closing in upon covering the windows dark berries
The ones worked for tilled fertilized staked like their home tall straight sunlight east and west known as the Farberry grow over in the next county across the line big succulent
Ruby red sweet lips bursting nutriently good dissolving like Farberrys would, like they should, luxuriant
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